He rolled onto his belly, freeing himself from her hands, pushing her away. “You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads. It ceased to be the symbol of liberty and a remote and quite abstracted person, and became suddenly and very disagreeably the token of a large and portentous body visible and tangible. Gerald glanced down and saw her dash at a spread of blood on his own hand, only now realising that her dagger had found its mark. " "Why, surely you don't think your guests would steal them," observed Rachel, archly.
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